OMG! I'm so excited! I have a manga App on my phone and I can also download a Fan fiction App! Why didn't anybody tell me this sooner? Anyway, aside from my amazing discovery I've decided to start writing the Assef and Amir Fan fiction. Umm, it won't be that good. So prepare to be overcome by my dark and sadistic humor.

Chapter 1:

Amir sat in his classroom bored to death. It was an amazingly hot day-hotter than normal- and that was saying something, it was mid-July and the middle of the third trimester just when the classes were starting to lose their appeal.

The mullah sat in his desk rocking back and forth in a creaky chair, fanning himself with a folded newspaper while he lectured on why the Koran forbid Muslims from walking to someone`s house without taking off their sandals.

Amir didn't know who he was lecturing to, the walls or the flies buzzing around his head. It wasn't hard to notice that none of his classmates were paying much attention to him whatsoever. In fact, most of them were either sleeping or playing some sort of game where they tried to knock each other's pencil off the table with a small pebble. It wasn`t very exciting, but Amir wasn't doing anything productive either. He was just sitting in his desk daydreaming. As of late his mind was preoccupied with other thing, things he shouldn't have been thinking about but was.

He sat in his desk writing a fictional story about a brave knight traveling on a journey towards a majestic forest to find a legendary sword to overthrow the evil king, the knight's father. But he couldn't concentrate entirely, he couldn't even think of a good reason for the knight to want to overthrow his father. He just kept thinking about the same person. Why Amir kept thinking about him, he had no clue.

That person was Assef, the local bully and his and Hassan`s archenemy. He was so cruel and nasty. He constantly taunted Ali, Hassan's father and even made snobbish and racist remarks towards Hassan all the time. He even criticized Baba, Amir's father, for having such ugly servants. Amir hated and feared Assef for years, ever since he saw him. He never had the courage to stand up to him, only Hassan would. He still remembers the time that Hassan threatened Assef with a slingshot, telling him if he didn't leave them alone he would make Assef be known as the One-Eyed Assef.

That aside, Amir secretly admired Assef. He was cruel, yes but at least he had the courage to stand up for what he believed in. And Assef wasn't one to back down from anything. All the fights he did outside the courtyard are testament to that. He wasn't a coward like him. He was jealous of Assef for that.

The school bell rang and a collective sigh of relief was heard from the students. Amir quickly stood up and got his things and ran out the door ignoring the odd stares of his teacher, he couldn't take being there anymore. He needed some fresh air. He stepped outside into the courtyard, blinded by the intense rays of the sun and shielded his eyes. He tried to blink repeatedly to regain his vision but eventually it cleared and he just decided to walk towards the wall, where a large roof created a nice shade under the intense sun. It was a perfect place to eat, where he could think and not be disturbed by other kids.

He went and sat down and pulled out his lunch which was a few pieces of naan with pomegranate jelly. Hassan had made and packed his lunch that morning. He was sure if Hassan could write he would probably put a little note that would say, "Have a great day Amir agha." Amir couldn't help but smile kindly. However the smile quickly faded away.

"Well look who it is." Amir inwardly cringed. He knew all too well the owner of that voice. He lifted his gaze to see a group of three older boys looming over him. Assef stood in the center. Directly blocking the sharp rays of the sun, making it look like if he had a halo around his head, like a fallen angel. Kamal stood to his left while Wali stood to the right.

"I can't believe you would eat anything made by those Hazaras of yours. Babalu and his son will probably infect you with their ugliness." Assef said. Kamal and Wali snickered in the back.

"That's not possible. To transfer one`s ugliness to another person, that's is." Amir stated. Assef raised eyebrows, skepticism in his eyes.

"Not possible, huh? Well look at your hare lipped lap dog. I heard his mother was quite beautiful but he apparently didn't inherent her beauty instead his father ugliness." Amir couldn't argue. Couldn't or wouldn't was more like it. He shifted his place on the floor wondering what Assef would do next. Kamal and Wali were getting anxious. Assef stood there seemingly unaware of the discomfort around him, It wasn't like him to just stay there doing nothing, suddenly he crouched down and grab the pieces of naan from Amir`s hand.

Amir jumped back in surprise at the unexpected assault. Assef, naan in hand, started shredding the bread into small pieces and threw them in the direction of the courtyard. Small grey pigeon started to gather around and pecked at the sweet bread. Once finished Assef brushed his hands and slowly turned back to face Amir.

"There," he said, "Now you won't be contaminated by those ugly Hazaras." He crouched down and put his face inches away from Amir`s own. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours. Now would we?"

Amir slowly felt the blush creeping up to his cheeks. Assef smirked wickedly and stood up. "If you ever want to spend time in decent company, you always know where to find me." He turned around and started to walk away, Wali and Kamal trailing after him.

The bell rang and Amir still sat there, red as a tomato and sweating profusely. Anybody who just happened to pass a glance in his direction would think that he was dying of heat. In reality Amir was just dying of embarrassment. So why then did his heart pound so loudly?

Thanks for reading.

Mullah: The Arabian word for teacher.

Naan: A piece of flat bread usually eaten with every meal.

Agha: Honorary term for sir.

Babalu: Mean boogie man and was also a name used by Assef to ridicule Ali.